AWAKE, ye sleepers! My @3first@1 hath sung his loud reveille, And wakened through the glistening dale The early reapers. Why will ye linger? Is it no @3second@1 that ye hear The morning hymn, so glad and clear, Of that wise singer? Come forth, nor tarry! And track the busy-wingèd bee, Who from my @3whole@1 right joyously Sweet spoil doth carry. |